“Tattoo inside your eyelids this reminder: ‘you are the messenger, not the message. You are just like everyone else.’ ” This was the advice given by a charismatic Zen teacher to a class of Zen teachers-in-training. “What do you mean?” they asked her. “I’ll begin with a story about a besieged town that was surrounded by enemies who would slaughter all the inhabitants if help didn’t arrive. Just when things looked hopeless, a messenger slipped through enemy lines with the message that the army of the Shogun would attack in the morning and drive off the invaders. “The townspeople were so enraptured with this news that they treated the messenger like a hero. And after the Shogun’s army left, they elected the messenger mayor. Though a pleasant fellow, the messenger turned out to be a thoroughly inept leader and was soon sent away in disgrace. “The lesson here is never confuse the message–which is the precious gift of Buddha–with the messenger. You are only a messenger. “When you stun an audience with the wisdom of a lecture, when your students cede to you the molding of their minds, when you are treated as someone special, focus on the message inside your eyelids: You are the messenger, not the message. You are just like everyone else.”

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Imagination, Navigation and Narration
Narration as a music on the stage continuously intervenes the motion of imagination and navigation as a waiter waiting next to imagination, keeps recordings of its reactions, findings and requests. In a circular pattern, navigation leads the choices of imagination and its requests for / by determining the music’s rhyme. It is arguably true that by greater precision in both narrators’ and characters’ involvement in processes will result in a more flexible and more adequate typology.
Possibility for imagination, to jumps to the narration’s place and begin to play its own music, does exist.
“Short stories are tiny windows into other worlds and other minds and dreams. They are journeys you can make to the far side of the universe and still be back in time for dinner.”—Neil Gaiman, 1960

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